Dean really loves Alice by jakisbishlygay

The five miles to the next town are hell for Sam, even though Dean is driving like a maniac. The Impala roars, never dropping below 90mph.

"Gonna make you beg for me to take you hard. Gonna make you whine and moan and squeak. Gonna make your ass so sore you'll never sit down again ever without thinking of me. Gonna make you scream and…"

Dean is still in his 'gonna make you' rant. Sam can't listen anymore. It wasn't like he doesn't want to, he just can't get past the sounds and make sense of the words. Sam can't breathe, he can't think. There is no more blood in his upstairs brain.

Sam had briefly considers the notion that Dean is not, and has never been human. He can't be. He's a Siren, there's no way he could call all his brothers blood to his cock, starving his brain with his voice alone.

"Gonna bend you over and fuck you so hard you taste my come before I come. Gonna make you scream Sammy. Scream so loud someone's gonna call the cops, or an exorcists."

Sam just forgot what he was thinking as the pleasant thought-free fog fills his brain once more.

The tires screech outside the motel and Dean briefly wonders if he should just throw Sammy over his shoulder and randomly break down a door just so he could fuck him that much sooner. Sam simply whimpers as his cock strained even more against the harsh denim as the motion of suddenly stopping causes more friction. Sam's eyes roll back until there is no iris to be seen.

Dean sees movement in his peripherals, damn. He has to go to the office and get a room. Dean wonders if the Motel attendant heard the screeching tires or the pounding of his heart.

"Get the bags out of the trunk and stand in front of the car. I want you in front of this car when I come out of there. When I come out of there, your ass is MINE." Dean takes Sam's sudden blinking as a 'ok' and limps towards the office.

Sam obediently opens the trunk and gets the bags out. Briefly wondering what's taking Dean so long, Sam glances inside the office and sees an older, gray-haired woman looking shocked and handing Dean a key. 'Has Dean stopped mumbling naughty things yet, or is she going to have a heart attack?'

Sam doesn't have time to ponder this question, or even ask Dean because he's being pulled into room 10 by his elbow by a stiff-legged Dean. Sam forgets he had a question when Dean enters the room, followed by Sam, because the second he is in, Dean's hands are glued to his ass pulling him in further.

Sam doesn't realize he's naked until, well, he's naked. With slight awe at Deans swiftness he realizes that Dean is now naked too and holding a little tube of strawberry flavored lube.

"Sam. Bed. Now. On. Knees. NOW!" Dean says through clenched teeth.

Sam is moving the fastest he has ever moved in his entire life. A brief memory of him running from Dean at lightning speed when he was 12 after Dean found out he put pictures of old, overweight, naked men in his Penthouse. Only when Dean inserts two very cold and slippery fingers does Sam come back to the present.

Sam is pushing back on Dean's fingers, even though it hurts. He's willing himself to relax and soon waves of pleasure devour his body as Dean find's his prostate. Sam takes great satisfaction that Dean is still mumbling and trying to breathe evenly to calm himself down. It is taking longer for Dean to calm down then it is for Sam to adjust. Sam's beginning to get impatient and grinds his hips against Dean's intruding fingers. Dean shows no reaction.

"'I used to be such a sweet , sweet thing till they got a hold of me…" Sam knows it's hitting below the belt, but, seeing as how they're here because of Alice, they really need to pay a tribute to him. 'That's bullshit Sam and you know it! You just want Dean to get even more pissed and fuck you into the mattress.' Sam has never been good at lying to himself while the truth was screaming at him, so why would he start now.

It might have been that small chuckle at the end of the song that sets Dean off again. Removing his fingers, Dean positions himself behind his brother, his hard cock coated in lube. One swift motion and Dean plunges into Sam.

Dean groans. Sam whines and tries to push himself further onto Deans cock, but Dean is already balls deep and the death-grip on Sam's hips means he can't even wiggle unless Dean allows it.

Dean isn't allowing anything. Just kneeling there, behind his little brother, deep inside him. Grinning to himself, Dean lets loose a bored sigh.

"Goddamn it! DEAN! MOVE!" Sam is getting a little impatient.

Dean isn't moving.

Sam tries to wiggle to the left. Not working.

Sam tries to wiggle to the right. Not working either.

"Dean please! Fuck. Me. Now." Says Sam through chattering teeth. Nothing. "Goddamn it Dean! I need you. Need you to move. Please Dean. Move. Please."

Dean still isn't moving.

Sam is getting desperate and starts chanting: "God. Fuck me Dean. God. Fuck me Dean. God. Fuck me Dean."

Now Dean is getting one thing that he wants: Sam is begging. Now all he needs to do is make good on all his other promises…

Dean pulls out slowly only to thrust into his brother hard and fast. As deep as before. Again and again. And what feels like days later to Sam, but is really only ten or twelve hard thrusts later, Dean's rhythm falters and becomes erratic causing him to thrust into Sam impossibly harder.

Deans new un-rhythm causes Sam's voice to catch in his thought. The only sounds escaping from Sam's wide open mouth are high pitched strangled noises that seem to come directly from his balls.

Shouting his brothers name seconds later, Sam spills his release all over the lilac print of the motel comforter. Smiling as Dean groans out his name, Sam feels his ass being filled by Deans fire-hot release.

Then, its blackness.

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When Sam's eye cracks open, its dark outside and the memories come back to him of the day, 'or was it yesterday?' Grinning as his soft dick decides to slowly wake up at the memory.

"I see you're awake again. I take it my sex-god status made you pass out?" Dean smirks and moves his head from resting on top of Sam's heart to planting his chin there, looking up at his brother.

"Well, your sex-holiness, you drooled on my nipple when you were asleep." Says Sam, seeing his brothers lack of response he gave him a look that said: 'Dean, why do you always have to drool on me? And could you at least be human enough to wipe it off or something?'

Dean looks amused. Even more so when Sam tries to move and finds that his hands have been bound to the headboard.

"Oh, did I mention I payed for the room for five nights? I also went to the store while you were out in la-la-sleep land. You are mine." The look in Deans eyes as he spoke sent shivers down Sam's spine.

Straight to his half hard dick.

Dean promptly rests his head back on Sammy's chest and goes back to sleep.

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